annual pilgrimage to Maayken-
artist/poet/friend/ally-Dutch born(Amsterdam
but now among the birds of Bribie Island
she entertains us with conversation
As an art form,it replaces email/texting/tweets and blogs
Dutch cake ,black coffee and we travel back to the Land of USEDTO
She cares for her beloved Roland as her poetry now-
where once she made paper /books from bird feathers
art from strung kinetic installations
We chew upon these memories
adjourn to the ocean/where i commit
my only body to the deep.Slip slop slap skin cancers
mean even under clouds,a hat is needed
Others wear them in the waves/dark glasses /shirts
to cover up the hole in ozone layer.
We are in an age of massive changes
I commit to waves and float amongst them
remembering the light that comes from exemplary ones
such as our only artist Maayken
(sometimes she says her hands call for art to be created
so she crochets or makes miniatures/may those hands and huge heart make more!
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